Over the past ten years, I’ve been lucky enough to have owned all three generations of the MR2 at different times. All three have been naturally aspirated, but that hasn’t affected the underlying character of the cars: the Mk2 was a solid grand tourer, the Mk3 an exuberant plaything, and the Mk1 a raw sporting machine.

I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves. Your turn, Oppo; what are your MR2 memories?